I didn’t want to let it go. The moment I knew I was pregnant, I was a mother and mothers don’t give away their children. I wasn’t supposed to do that. However, I knew I was not ready. Had I kept it, we both have suffered. I was alone and lonely.

When I was done with the process, I must have cried my lungs out. But the guy involved couldn’t understand my pain or the reason for my agony. He only understood that it was over.

I will not forget how I looked and how I felt during those two weeks. I was glowing. It was mine and nobody else’s. Not even his.